Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Faust,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.